1/30/2010

zomg write it down

I have left everything behind. The family I had, the woman I loved, neither are important now. My power has grown. Outland, the accursed piece of rock I traveled to, held no golden future. Kael'thas' promises led us astray. I will play no pawn of the Legion. And now... I will play no pawn of Illidan's. My own path has been plotted on the map, my own story struck into the chords of history. And through all my life, through every loss, I have decided only one purpose in the world is great enough for one such as myself: To be the spiller of demon blood, to relish my blades sinking into the twisted creatures of the Burning Legion. Archimonde is slain. Kil'jaeden still waits. And soon... Sargeras will taste my fury as I have tasted his. Only this time, he will realize who he has trespassed against. He will learn what it truly means to cross a demon hunter.

1/14/2010

1/05/2010

Pretty Cool Fanfic

I think The Shadows Grow Longer is a pretty cool fanfic. Eh, captures Jaina and doesn't afraid of anything.

1/04/2010

Janus' Intervention

While reading a fanfiction, moments ago, I was nearly overcome by the most terrible fear I've felt.
The fanfiction itself is a hypothetical about if Arthas were to capture Jaina. So far, he has her in a cell, taunting her with memories of what they had. After agonizing words, he says,

“Brave words,” he repeated with a sneer. Then his stance softened, and resting a hand against the wall he leaned to the side. “So,” he began in a ridiculously conversational tone, “how’ve you been these past years, Jaina? It really has been too long.”


At that point, I was gripped with memories of Dereck. It sounded just like the type of jackass, insensitive sort of thing he would say in such a moment. I froze, then shrank away from my screen, staring at the words. I set my head in my hands. My eyes began to water.
But just then, I remembered what I had read on my calendar about the month of January: a time of looking forward, remembering past mistakes and learning from them, but not dwelling.
"Janus," I said, calling on the name of the two-faced Roman god of the new year.
My fear faded instantly. My eyes stopped watering. The heavy weight in my chest lifted.

1/03/2010

Keeping track of ideas

From an AIM conversation, these are my posts:

Dusk watched as the broken bound Leotheras' wrists, prying the warglaives from his clenched hands. He understood now. "Leotheras!" he called out. Leotheras looked up, his face twisted in rage. "You mock me as well, Sorrowdusk?!" he shouted.
Dusk shook his head as his comrade was positioned. "I... I understand now!"
"What are you saying," Leotheras growled. His face sank into impending despair as channelers made their way into the room.
"My brother... I get it. Why you saved me." Dusk winced as he realized that for once, strong and determined Leotheras was frightened.
The bound hunter stared at Dusk. "Well? Say it, then!"
Dusk shook his head. "This is the reason. To save you in return... From yourself."
Leotheras watched Dusk for a moment, growling as he resisted the clench of a spell on him The channelers were numerous, filing the room.
Dusk lowered his head, gripping his glaive tightly.
"I... I have to save you in return." He straightened up, leaping for the nearest channeler. The world slowed down. Blood sprayed as Dusk
slashed through throats, the glaive spreading the blood along its fine curved blade. Leotheras struggled against his bindings, shouting in Thalassian. Dusk didn't listen. He knew his destination now as his blade sang with the vibrations given to it by the channelers' bones
against it. He roared, draining the mana in the air to himself. He was no longer of the Illidari. He was not the Legion's. He was not a Farstrider. He was Sorrowdusk. He was a friend to Leotheras. And he would not allow his friend, his comrade, to be taken so easily by these
wretched, lesser beings. He would not allow them to-- An arrow pierced Dusk's stomach.

this is where the matron of the naga, the serpentine race that have taken the demon hunters in, interrupts, stopping dusk's killing spree.))
and she is this one: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/wowwiki/images/thumb/e/e8/Lady_Vashj.jpg/200px-Lady_Vashj.jpg ))
she basically tells him "shut the hell up stop what you're doing" and her guards stop dusk.

Dusk looked back at Leotheras, panting. His fellow hunter's skin was becoming darker in its magic hue... Shadows began engulfing him again.
Leotheras stared back at Dusk. A scent reached Dusk's nose.
Fear... Terrible fear.
"I... I can save him! Damnit!" Dusk lunged for Leotheras, but powerful, scaled hands gripped his arms, holding him back.
Leotheras slumped over slowly, letting out a quiet breath. He remained standing, but unable to support himself. The broken channelers recited a spell. Dusk recognized it immediately. It had been used often at the Temple.
Banishment.
Dusk froze against his retainers, staring in horror. *thinking* No...

but dusk is realizing what the naga will end up doing with leotheras.
since when he's in such a state of no control, he'd make a good mindless brute for them to use. he would attack anyone after they let him loose, destroying assailants.
after that, all they would have to do is simply banish him again.

1/01/2010

The Abusive Love Affair With My SS WoW Mouse

It was a long time since I had reconnected my simple Logitech mouse. A long time, indeed. I had been using the Steel Series World of Warcraft Gaming Mouse. You know the one. Fifteen buttons, lights up, brushed steel paint job.
Piece of crap when you hook it up to a mac.
First of all, no drivers. None. It's $100 from a retailer. Maybe less online. I don't know. But no drivers for the Mac use of the mouse. Though it is advertised as being OSX compatible. Sure, it is compatible--if all you want to do is hook it up and use it as a two-button scroll mouse. The only button that naturally worked other than the usual buttons and wheel: the little tiny one on the left side. Pressing it would activate auto run, a staple for any adventurer without a mount, or anyone who has to fly across Northrend for no good reason.
About a month ago, I started to notice something strange on the left mouse button: An orange spot was showing through the paint. I had thought at first that the brushed steel look was created through the use of a two-tone metallic plastic. Wrong. It was painted. And I had worn it off with my constant finger presence. I painted some decoupage medium on it and went along my way. It looked stupid. Yes, it did. It wasn't even orange. It was sickly pink orange. Puke plastic under a brushed steel paint job. Yuck.
The auto run button became the next problem. I no longer could simply lightly press it to activate auto run. Now, it demanded that I hold it down for about a fourth of a second. Of course, that isn't much time at all, and I realize that. But I had to press it with purpose. I couldn't just lightly tap it anymore.
An acrylic woven cord covered the mouse's wire protectively, shielding it from damage and looking nice to boot. The mouse's position on the desk's keyboard tray, however, proved to be too much, as it had started to fray in the position it most often came in contact with the corner of the tray. The mouse was bulky. It was hard to move. It was a bit heavy. It had some strange balancing fins on it. These made the cord's abuse even worse as I would desperately try to swing the mouse from my action bar back to the party interface while healing.
The tracking was slow. About 50% slower than any Logitech mouse (the brand I'm most familiar with, obvious by now). Tracking was at max. The mouse didn't seem to give a damn.
It's been a painful time. I've had to get used to a bulky mouse with fifteen buttons that don't all work without the drivers to program them in order to perform better, and all the while the paint wears off.
...
Awesome mouse, Blizz. Awesome product, Steel Series.
Awesome.
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Welcome back, sweetums. Let's lower that tracking speed just a tad, mm?

Lich King Euphamisms

Jaina -really- chases Arthas' balls in Halls of Reflection. Here's some guesses as to what she wants.

His...
chilly slobberknocker
frozen bone
bony boner
rising lich thing
Frostfournicator
Frostpourne
hardened iron shortsword of frozen wrath